before I tell ya more about that bear-thing, I want to write down some of my thoughts about the political situation we are in. The war against Amarr is getting worse every day but while we are a bit in advantage at the moment it is a stalesmate overall. There have been discussions rising about the future of the Republic and the Empire and how this war could be won or if it can be won at all without the extinguish of both civilisations.

This I find not that important, dear Log. We are fighting for the freedom of our people, for the right of every slave under the knout of the Empire. And this war is changing even political structures and understanding of the situation inside. Even if we do not march through Amarr Prime one fine day, this fight is well worth the lives it takes, in my humbly opinion. For we Matari have no real choice. If we just hold still and let the slavers enslave our children, women and men, we would somehow help them. To fight them as long as their aggression lasts is an imperative.

Which is the best form of society, they asked on IGS? Communism, socialism or capitalism. Ya know, dear Log, I'm more of the anarchists kind who believes that the best state is the state that is not, but I am no utopists. The state is a kind of tool to achieve a certain goal. And this task is to prevent people to build structures inside society that are de faco states themself or are too egoistic like pirates or other criminals, to guarantee a fair chance for everyone and to be a collective that helps those who need it.

There is no happiness among the suffering of all others. There is no richness among the starving. This will always lead to revolution and revolution means destruction. Destruction means suffering. So I'm an anarchist but also a realist. We have thesis, we have antithesis and as a anarchist I prefer the synthesis. To learn and adopt and to stay free of '*isms'. The state is a tool. If it does not fulfill its job, change the tool, adopt. This is the real meaning of anarchism. Not the deny of any form of oganisation but the will to change the things that are if they organisation of society is not fitting its purpose anymore. The state in change, always in change. The state is no holy thing, it's just a tool that has to serve all. Thats the basis for a society, a compromise for all and therefore never optimal. Not much more to say for this issue.

It's a bit like in a game, ya know dear Log? If cheaters and griefers are misusing their freedom to take the freedom and fun of others the game will either fail or only inhabit cheaters and griefers in the end. The state has always to watch for exploits and change the system, crush the cheaters and griefers but serve the common mindset, serve the interests of the community. Achieve a consens without the destruction of the style, the common mindset for the community. If the common mindset is destroyed, the community is destroyed and something new will come.

Suddenly I have to think of that bear-thing, I don't know why.

Now something completly different. I had my first battle-experience in an interceptor. Funny, I didn't pop, but it wasn't missing much. The Stiletto is a fine tackler and fits my style. But I don't think I will use it much for common warfare in plexes. We'll see. I tell ya more about that. Some of my ship designs are spreading in the Militia at the moment and I am still experimenting a lot.

Something new is on my workbench, that indeed has the potential to change warfare. We'll see.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I am communicating with you in order to inform you of several developments that you may find interesting. Firstly, let me assure you that the animal is in the same condition as when we last communicated. Little has changed of note on that front.

What has changed is that investigators in the employ of my House have traced the chain of evidence back to the persons that presumably made the animal's inplants. As suspected, the implants were manufactured according to designs created by and for the corporation "Serpentis Inquest", which is a subsidiary of the Serpentis Syndicate itself. It is unclear whether or not these implants were made by said corp, mostly due to their crude and low-grade nature.

My investigators will continue to look into it. I have found no evidence of Sansha involvement either, and consider that to be a good thing, the last thing we need is for those zombies to get into the toy market. Be well, Pilot.

Lord Holder Veron Daerth.

To subordinate the earth and all living creatures on it is the credo of the Amarr philosophy. I think the reason that I am tracking the fate of these creatures is that the creatures are more or less the result of this credo. Even if it was not done by Amarr, it was done with the same mindset. But I am happy to see that the bear-thing is recovering.

My own pet is this miniphant, that is not altered that much as the bear or these snake-beeings or the little pony-thing that I have given into the care of Aldrith Shutaq. While the ponything did not have that much of implants as the snakes, it had a heavily altered genetic base.

For clean disposal open the toilet and use the disposal-button. After entering the security-code our product will place itself into it and decaying into compostable waste, that you can easily clean off by pressing the toilet-button.- from the Manual of that "Happy Holy Dancing Snakes"

The miniphant is going to be not that "mini" by the way. It is still growing and has a mass of about 50 kg now. He has a knack of finding and stealing nuts and shooting them though his trunk at the head of Bigfood and recently at my own. He started to go though our biological waste disposal in the kitchen to go around the little anti-nuts diet I tried to put him on.

The manual tells me, that I should use the "Strafe"-button if something like this happens, but I of cause refuse to use it. I didn't touch the remote control at all. Besides this he is quite a fellow. I took him with me to the biosphere on deck one, where Bigfood had taken me on our first date. Where all the rich people are hanging around. But without using the remote the miniphant was causing a bunch of trouble. I had to pay some seldom and irreplacable plants, that the miniphant was digging up and eating, that I don't know but they call it "truffle". He was rubbing off the bark of a seldom Amarr cherry blossom tree from the old times and "Killing! Damn killing!" that plant.

He was wallowing in the water of the Holy Hain of Recreation and after that pissing in it and fireing nuts at the warden that tried to drive him off the ground. Finally he attacked a little dog that was barking and threatening him and accidently broke some unimportant bones of the dog by that after catapulting him away with his trunk into a nearby picknick party. I spare you the result of the rampage he got after everyone tried to chase him.

Sigh. I could have bought some Rifters for the money I had to pay for this. And I got a strict interdict to bring him again. With him getting larger and after he pounded some of the more delicate dishes of Bigfood I wonder how long I can hold him as a house-pet. But he is just a fellow! He can be so nice and always wants to cuddle. While having a fifty kilo heavy miniphant on ones lap is no easy thing to handle.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

The war goes badly for the minmatar - every time I look at the battlefield intelligence reports my morale sinks to another new low. I mean sure, we captured Ezzara, but our counter offensive has stalled completely. We're loosing ground that we fought for and Lantorn shows no sign of liberation, and now, a new low! We have more than 400 more pilots fighting for us and what did we do yesterday? 56 kills! 56! To the amarr's 206. That's right log, for every ship we killed, they killed 3 of ours. Incursions to our hisec are becomeing more and more frequent - even our fleets that try to escape there are hunted down and killed, and now I see that Wings of Maak and Vaklear Guard have left to find easier targets, I really wonder what there is left for us. Maybe we can't win this... oooh look a cuddly bear!!!

whatever the wartargets may tell you is not important. But they are right in one thing; we are taking heavy losses, most of our fleetcommanders are gone, our structure of command has broken to pieces and some of our best man have left the militia to fight the Amarr expansion in the zerosec, namely the CVA.

When I told you some days ago that there is something like a stalesmate on the militia front this has changed only in a few days to something like a desaster.

There are new pilots in our ranks but they have not much experience yet. They do what they can, but the things are not at best for our cause.

You may say that some of the wartargets are now with a laugh on their side; yes. They have been waiting for this for a very long time. On paper we have as many pilots as they have, maybe some more. But it was always a problem for us to fill the ranks with well disciplined and skilled warriors.

Whatever, this is not the last day of war and even if the Amarr are dominating the battlefield for halve a week now and it doesn't look like its getting better for us in near future, we will maintain our vigilance against the usurpers. For the greed to cheap labor and exploitation is an empty and selfish motivation, the fight for freedom and existance is something deep and lasting.

I lost my life again today. But I was fighting hard, never retreated, always attacked. Veshta Yoshida was running away from my Rifter in a Coercer, while I tried to make her fight. I do not blame her, for General Sasawong was near and she must have thought that we wanted to kill her together. Pity.

The fight with Glach Duwat was not hard. He had an easy game with me. For he is a veteran, I am quite green. But I did not run. I learned much, but I'm far from be able to use it. Some tactics only work if you are so much stronger that even a silly thing works. I was always trying to fight the stronger, the older, the better pilots. Like I downed Laerise. Like I downed Mra Rednu in his Coercer.

I never believed that there is honor in downing green pilots or fighting with superior fleets. With superior ships and superior pilots. I always believed that fighting with less may be painful, and many die, but it is full of honor to win under those circumstances.

What would happen if PIE would be leaving the war and moving down to zerosec? Our enemies would be in shards. Without their fleetcommanders like Veshta Yoshida or Jodie Amille there would be nothing left. How many do Amarr have? We know this best. And we have not one left at the moment. Not one.

But on this circumstances we go out and fight. We are there, we stand and we are losing our ships. We are not turning our back to the war and keep docked, like the Amarr usually do if their fleetcommander is not on service.

And even in our darkest hour I have a deep respect for our militia pilots, that lose their ships and their lives for the cause of Minmatar. For the freedom of all, especially to end the slavery of Amarr Empire. To stand up for our rights and fight!

I never did laugh about the Amarr, when they kept docked. I just accepted it as their way of war. I don't tell people how to fight. If our people keep it going even if they are losing most battles against an overwhelming enemy that's a move of honor.

Nothing to mock about, I think. They dock off. They fight. They do not give up. Even if it's a fullscale desaster in the Minmatar Militia at the moment, which I can not deny.

Dear Log, I am Minmatar and I am not neutral, never was. But I tried to tell you my feelings about this war and now I feel sorrow.

If this does not stop -now- we'll have an Amarr controlled Amamake soon and whole Hed Constellation. I don't know what to do, dear Log. All I was fighting for...-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

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MESSENGER DRONE ID 34-6534-42-AAC-7The transmission stops with certain cryptic memory failures, damages of the inner structure of the messenger drone. End of the message is a failed charge and a reminder of payment from Galnet.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I am suffering what we call "The Bigfood Effect", which means that your whole fleet is entering a wormhole and just before it's your turn the whole thing collapses. So I'm stranded in Empire and I am alone in the big hangars where our small fleet was. Gone all the mechanics and technicians gone the friends.

I just did some shooting practice with my autocannons inside the hangar, something that is really not allowed in our corporation. But it's no fun if nobody is running up to you with waving arms and screaming like mad that you shall stop it.

Quiet. The hangars are quiet.

The wormholes are something wonderful. Something new and something that is giving hope. For it's a complete new world waiting for us. But most capsuleers that have entered this space were shot down, they lost their ships, lost their lifes. For the dangers in that holes are tough. Sleepers they call them. It seems they are a sort of machine-lifeform hybrid. They act on insticts.

For example if you fly near them with your cloak active, nobody should see you. But they look at you as if you were not cloaked. Staring right at you. Of cause they can't lock you but they are firing their engines and approach you with incredible speeds. Like a frigate-sized vessel that was going at 16 km/s.

I wish I had this technology for sure.

Their weapons are insane. The damage is unbelievable while they do not use any shield technolgy that our scanners could read. They simply have a kind of armor that we never have seen before. Armor that is tougher than shield and armor together. Armor that seems to regenerate like a normal shield. Without any effort.

Mandible like devices on front of their ships seem to be used as sensors or maybe even as hands to work on things. Like the roque drones you may find but with much more intelligence, without something that you could identify as a hive.

I have heared of capsuleers that try to stop them fire through heavy jamming. It seems to work but not very good. For the people who were telling that lost several ships. We explored the first wormhole now and got out everything that was inside for scientific observations. Maybe this can help us to understand what happend at Seyllin.

I was suffering the "Bigfood-Effect" just after we left the first through a new hole that was opening in that system after the one which we used to enter had collapsed.

We are using a special device to survive in the holes. Something that is called Jurte by the Thukker tribe and which was reffered to by some obscure scriptures I studied at our libraries for this. We tried to find a way to simulate this with our technology and it works.

Now I am waiting. Waiting for a wormhole that is connecting me again with my "clan". I am not sure what I am allowed to tell ya, dear Log, for most of our technology is top secret at the moment. We were leaving the Militia for this as everybody can see. For the danger of losing whole worlds is a bigger one than that of an Evil Empire.

We were setting priorities. I would be dead already if we had not left, for my exit point was deep in Caldari space.

I didn't hear of my people yet. But the moment of our first exit our CEO Bigfood began to post official notes of our journey.

Now I'm waiting. Waiting and while I do that I'm training my scanner abilities. For I learned they are most important for my own survival there. I am scanning ships that are doing missions at the moment and go inside to salvage the wrecks they leave behind.

For I'm broke. Nothing of my few money is left that I once had. I'm down to a handful of millions. Everything is now inside the holes. You have to dare something and give up a lot if you want to travel far. Far beyond any understanding. I hope I do it bold and I make my Matari brothers and sisters proud.

we returned savely from the expedition. After my battlecruiser class Hurricane vessel was left behind in a wormhole system my crew and I found a way out and joined again with my comrades. The sleepers are dangerous enemies and we encountered some pirates as well as Amarr inside the wormhole system. They failed were we succeded.

The samples we were able to take from the week long expedition are still in analysis by our scientific division and interesting facts are discovered. New technology will find its way to our world by this. That I am very certain of. But this will still need time. So we are back and finding our way into normal life again.

The war that was declared for us was ended after some wrecking happend and on the front with Amarr things are going bad. We are fighting with our last ressources but the enemy is most of the time superior in numbers, in ships and in organisation. Not that this will stop us from fighting but the days are gone where our ships were patrolling the disputed space unmatched.

I lost my first cruisersized vessel when I tried to give Sasawong some support. I knew I would never make it through Amamake with thirty wartargets camping the gates. And so I was caught at the Dal/Amamake gate by a Vengeance. After my flight was stopped my ship was destroyed by a ten to twenty ship cruiser- and battlecruisergang without any chance for me to give back anything or to reach the gate and escape.

My men died in honor. The ship lost without firing a shot. Depressing. But this is the state of war at the moment.

Of cause it was not my last cruiser but I think I will still stay on frigates for a while until I'm ready for them. The ships that I love most are the interceptorclass vessels. And everybody that knows me will know why. They are fast, they are difficult to fly they are pure beauty. I am experimenting with assault frigates too, but at the moment I don't feel ready for the front in them yet, while my performance in interceptors are sufficiant, but of cause I have much to learn.

Things are going slow at the moment. Some very difficult issues to learn which consumes a lot of time and keep me away from the front where I belong. But you have to back your war with money and after I was down to under ten million isk by our expedition into wormhole space I have nothing left to spend on the front but some cruisers and assault ships that were the generous present of a friendly corporation. And with both I am still not ready to fight.

So I am trying to raise some funds at the moment. I tested how much money I could make by mining, yes I was that desperate. But I have given up this after an hour and two millions later, with dirt under my fingernails and sooth on my cheeks. I tried to do some missions for agents but it is all very slowly for I am not yet ready for the best paid missions. I was trying to patrol some belts in lowsec and downed the one or other Angel pirate for bounty but I stay poor, especially after losing my Rupture. While patroling I got some fights with other Rifterpilots and find that I am doing well in this kind of ship. Well enough to be above average, I guess.

So I am trading a bit at the moment, I am producing cheap stuff for the market and try to find places to sell it where my lousy productionskills can compete with the competition. And I am serving humbly one of the agents in our Republic to get the standing to do some more important work. So I am mostly wearing the dirty daily overall and leather boots instead of the shiny uniform on the front these days. But I know, sometimes duty calls us back from the front and we do not chose where we have to do it. Fate is deciding this for us, we just listen and follow.

And the next step I am trying to do is quite expensive for me. Expensive on time and money.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Where have all my minmatar brethren gone? Mirrorgod continues to pirate under the guise of fighting for the militia - sitting helpless as Amarr fighters stream past his battleships as their pilots hoot with mocking laughter over the local channels. Our fleets cower in dal at the merest mention of an amarr fleet abound - even battleship fleets are withdrawn, such is the power of the word Amarr now.In search of targets Amarr fleets now roam even our hisec - unmolested by our fighters, and untroubled by our ineffectual navy they camp our stations even in Rens itself destroying hauler and warship alike with impunity. As desperate to defend as they were to attack, I got in my trusty rifter and threw myself at them - 1 ship against many. I sought to trap even one of them to let the navy do their work, but their focused fire was too much, and my ship disintegrated around me before my task was complete. A fleet formed to stop them - in hisec at least we are brave - but the slavers gleefully sent their ships down routes seldom travelled and reached saftey a different way.

I believe in that for which we fight, but we have lost so many corporations - so many fighters have fled before the relentless attacks that even I am forced to wonder: can we win... ooh look a wormhole. I wonder if it has bears in it...

Where have all my minmatar brethren gone? Mirrorgod continues to pirate under the guise of fighting for the militia - sitting helpless as Amarr fighters stream past his battleships as their pilots hoot with mocking laughter over the local channels. Our fleets cower in dal at the merest mention of an amarr fleet abound - even battleship fleets are withdrawn, such is the power of the word Amarr now.In search of targets Amarr fleets now roam even our hisec - unmolested by our fighters, and untroubled by our ineffectual navy they camp our stations even in Rens itself destroying hauler and warship alike with impunity. As desperate to defend as they were to attack, I got in my trusty rifter and threw myself at them - 1 ship against many. I sought to trap even one of them to let the navy do their work, but their focused fire was too much, and my ship disintegrated around me before my task was complete. A fleet formed to stop them - in hisec at least we are brave - but the slavers gleefully sent their ships down routes seldom travelled and reached saftey a different way.

I believe in that for which we fight, but we have lost so many corporations - so many fighters have fled before the relentless attacks that even I am forced to wonder: can we win... ooh look a wormhole. I wonder if it has bears in it...

yes, the Amarr have fun lately. But they still do not know what a single Rifter can do against a fleet of twelve alone. We will never stop fighting. And even if we fight one against twelve we will take one with us. This is Matari spirit.

And about the fate of the bear-thing? It's Amarrian by nature and living among Amarrians now. My people would have shot it or used it in cheap sim-porn. I am still not sure which fate is the better one. But I'm sure that little bear is where it belongs now. Something my enemies will never understand and why this makes me happy somehow. I think the Amarr do not understand the wry Sebiestor kind of humor very well and are thinking to repeat my most evil prank on their nature as if this was something they won a war about. Amarr are funny. You saw them off a kind of leg -and do it very slowly- and they mock about the kind of saw.

So, even if the Amarr militia has begun to camp Rens at broad daylight, even if they are trying to mock about us, the last laugh is always on our side. We might lose a Rifter, they will lose a Coercer or bigger for that. That's the way this war is going on. Even if the Amarr show up twelve on one.

yes, the Amarr have fun lately. But they still do not know what a single Rifter can do against a fleet of twelve alone. We will never stop fighting. And even if we fight one against twelve we will take one with us. This is Matari spirit.

And about the fate of the bear-thing? It's Amarrian by nature and living among Amarrians now. My people would have shot it or used it in cheap sim-porn. I am still not sure which fate is the better one. But I'm sure that little bear is where it belongs now. Something my enemies will never understand and why this makes me happy somehow. I think the Amarr do not understand the wry Sebiestor kind of humor very well and are thinking to repeat my most evil prank on their nature as if this was something they won a war about. Amarr are funny. You saw them off a kind of leg -and do it very slowly- and they mock about the kind of saw.

So, even if the Amarr militia has begun to camp Rens at broad daylight, even if they are trying to mock about us, the last laugh is always on our side. We might lose a Rifter, they will lose a Coercer or bigger for that. That's the way this war is going on. Even if the Amarr show up twelve on one.

Strange. I suddenly have the image of someone pushing a dagger into the heart of his enemy very slowly and talking to him while he is doing this in a quiet voice, that he should not fight, for it's over faster this way. And somehow the Amarr managed to even turn it around in their body after I had done them in, point their finger at me and say: "Haha! That hurts even more!" Funny folks, these Amarr. Shame we have to kill them.

Odd, because if I compile the stats (kills from your data and kills from mine) for this week, which is when we've been doing most of our incursions, given the abject lack of interesting things to kill on the front lines, I make Amarr killing more in isk (and much more in ship numbers). Besides, you missed the point. All you need to do to kill us in hisec is hold a point. Though there is courage in trying to do so with a target's friends around - there is no real skill involved when you have the navy to back you up. My point was and still is - what does it say of our opponents that we feel the need to take such risks, just to find targets?

Still, the gallente came to get their spanking from us rather than the caldari the other day, so maybe there is some scope for fun still...

times are changing. General Sasawong left our militia to take a well deserved break. Better a break than a go forever and I told him, that if it's no fun he should not stay as if he must. For he has done more than his share of duty already. Our enemy are complaining to find no militia in lowsec anymore and the reason for this is - there is no militia anymore. Simple like that. I just tell you what I see. Of cause there are still militia out there. And they fight. But without organisation no fleets will show up to fight the recent Amarr "Blobs" out there.

Not that their fleets are unbeatable. No. Their fleets are just nothing you can take without organisation. Not more not less.

Yes, they are roaming our hisec. But it's not that easy as they say. "You just have to keep a point." Not true. I was fighting Lotty Granat when she was roaming our hisec some time ago. And the outcome of a fight even with Navy support with a Rifter against a Rupture is a fifty-fifty chance I think. Maybe if you make your Rifter with double twohundred millimeter plating and damagecontrol hard to take down in time, maybe you can keep it alive long enough. But when you try to do this with twenty other wartargets in a bulk the only wreck that will be left is your own.

But this kind of ship is cheap. So if I see them, I will throw me in the fight and try to take one with me. And I think other will do it too.

I'm taking a little break myself now. For I just checked my wallet and it's empty as usual and this keeps me away from growing. I think I will be more useful on the front with a little bit more money that backs my ships. So I'm back to some agents here or there and fly the tier three missions in my humble Rifter, which is something the little ship can be proud off, I think.

I just checked my log yesterday and found that I have only a bit more than one page of mission that I have done since I was entering the life as a capsuleer. My last tier one mission that I did before entering the militia is still the fifth mission from buttom of the first page. So my standings are low for everything like for a new pilot that just graduated from Republic Fleet Academy. Only my military ranks impress the one or other agent, so that they give me missions.

You can't imagine with how few money I was fighting this war, dear Log. Most of it was coming from the Amarr wrecks I left behind. Some ships were presents, some modules I got from the second hand market.

You don't need to be rich to fight for your people, no. But I don't want to be poor anymore, there is nothing good in being poor. I have reached an age of experience that will allow me to fly bigger ships, expensive ships. Even if my first days out in a Rupture were as desastrous as my first days out in a Rifter months ago.

But of cause I will fly my patrol if I can. Will try to fend off the Amarr from our land. But I won't follow this exclusively as in the past months anymore. I have plans, plans I will tell you dear Log - another day.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

when I came to my logcomputer today, I found two big guys from security departement of FIA at it, the storage crystals were extracted, wiped and trashed as well as the blackbox of my cruiser was confiscated. After some hours of nice conversation with some of these big guys in a room without furniture but a table, three chairs a bright lamp and a high energy power outlet I was convinced that the planned logging of recent events should change their topic and I'm quite happy the power outlet was just used for the lamp.

They friendly suggested that I should write about bear-things, but I'd prefer to write about spacestations I found recently, now, after reconcidering the consequences of writing about other events. I hold great parts on the idea of free press but I also hold great parts on the facts that my intestines are still inside my body and not wearing them around my neck that is slowly swinging from the ceiling as an example of a really crazy sort of suicide due to be a victim of recent outbreak of space-berserk with a case of acute autoaggression.

They are the artefacts of the geniue invention capabilities of Minmatar pioneers. To build a station at and inside an asteroid has certain advantages. You have less material to transport for this and on the defensive capabilities through natural armor of the asteroid gives great protection.

I found this station in one of the older Minmatar systems where a mining corporation was based. But I was astounded about the rich culture that was available in that little city among the stars. Some hundredthousand people call such a station their home but of cause changes the population with extractable asteroid minerals in the system.

During the history of of time the Amarr engineers ordered their Minmatar slaves to build stations like that as outposts and invasion bases. Butmost of themfailed. For they were attacked by pirates and our troups.

sorry that I was a bit lazy lately telling you what was happening. But the Federal Investigation Agency has been ordered by the Republic to investigate some activities of local capsuleer corporations that seem to work together with the Angel Cartel, misusing their de facto exterritorial status to support the Angels with smuggling outposts, hidden warehouses and plots to infiltrate key postitions in political, economical and administrative positions to overthrow the peoples government and establish a reign of terror, suffering and reestablish legal slavertrade inside Minmatar Republic borders. Rumors are around that the Angels even move strategically into wormhole space, while those corporations supply them with informations about locations and firepower to move into these holes and build up hidden bases there. As a danger for all people living in the empires. Our first intel from confiscated material shows the Serpentis might be included in this plot also.

This is all a very sad issue, while some of the corps reject any cooperation and the access of our agents to their bank transactions, warehouses and structures. So we have been issued by the Minmatar Republic to launch a full scale investigation of this threat and even to use force if necessary. Of cause we have prove of lasting and intensive contact of corporation members with the Angel Cartel before we move into action.

I personally was issued the command of a Tempest class battleship for this task, which is a great honor for me. While I still love my frigates more than this, it is a great step forward for me and a great honor, that I am allowed to command a vessel of this size.

Of cause the Tempest is performing lousy to fly an Immelmann, I have to admit. And my comrades were laughing about me when I let her dive with screaming engines into a tight circle around a Dominix class battleship to catch her deadly in an infight and to kick in the afterburner doing this to keep the transversal up and not beeing hit by the nasty Blasters. "A battleship has to stand still", they told me. Makes me nervous like a frog in a pan, if ya know what I mean. Sitting still? Nah!

Seems that I have to learn a lot more now, that I have a command like this. They assure me again and again that this big ship is doing slightly more damage than a Rifter does, but I am not fully convinced about that. We'll see how it performes against a Punisher.

during our investigations of contact to the Angel Cartel, we tried to cooperate with a local corporation, that was suspect to Angel contacts. The corporation denied cooperation, so we used force.

Incredible what happend. Someone from Foundation Alliance showed up, told us, that this corp is protected by them (without beeing inside their Alliance!) and we were absolutly astonished that nearly instant the whole alliance was at war with us.

They simply included the corp into their ranks and therefore without declaring an alliance wide war on us, without waiting the negotiation time for voting and wardeclaring 1300 capsuleers were on war with us. I'm deeply honored by that, to be true.

Which is big fun, of cause, for 1300 people to investigate for contact with the Angel Cartel is not bad and is not much different than the whole Amarr Militia, but I think, it should not be like this. Some called this move illegal or if not illegal then at least unsporty. The whole idea behind the declaring of war and the time that is passing for votes and declaring is to give the target of the war some time for preparation and to finish business. And at least the declaring of a whole Alliance on a single corp should cost them some time and money. Pull out a corp from an active war and put it under your umbrella should be paid well depending on the size of that Alliance. For Concord also has some fix costs, ya know, and they are doing a lot of work to keep us all save.

Nah, I'm no politican but this move was a cheap and a fast escape and de facto makes restricted empire wars almost impossible. We try to pay that back in the remaining time by causing as much damage as we can to disencourage this kind of move for the future. When everything is going well, we'll do the whole alliance more damage than we could have done on that single corp.

I don't have bad feelings against Foundation, which under normal cicumstances I would call neutral and fully understand their move due to the current laws, that's quite logical. But we of cause can't maintain the cost of a war to a whole Alliance, which was planned as a move against a single corporation.

Whatever - to do your duty is really fun, if you are fighting for a good cause. And to protect the people from the evil of terror and defend the freedom of Minmatar people and fight the enslaving and with Amarr dealing Angel Cartel is no bad one.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

the war with Foundation is over. Was a very nice time and we had some interesting fights. How shall I say? It would have been cheaper to cooperate than to fight us, I think. But while I'm no diplomat and I only can see one side of the war, I'm of cause not seeing the full spectrum. And maybe they were celebrating victories that we don't know off. But I say: you can't protect so many people from so few, even if the pilots of Foundation have given us a hell of a fight about this POS and they got some lucky shots at us. Of cause I lost two of my Rifters doing my duty. And I'm getting nearer and nearer the onehundred lost frigates mark.

Some might say: "But you lost ships in that war!" But I just see ships as a tool to serve a special task. The Rifter tries to get a point, tries to ennoy enough that he gets targeted and ammunition is wasted on him while this spares ships that cost more.

It's a gambit ship. You have to offer it to get a time advantage. To buy time and get the enemy to waste his ammo on something without monetary value. I explicit say monetary cause I love that little ship a lot and will never think of it as a ship of "no value". Every Rifter hurts a bit in my heart. Not for the pride to be shot down, but to see the beauty of it destroyed.

But of cause a Scimitar, Deimos, Thorax, Rapier, Sacrilege, Executioner and a regrettable weapons malfunction that costs one of their pilots a pod were my humbly share. For the last I'm sorry. But of cause there were more losses on both sides that I don't want to count now as I was not personally involved.

The whole operation was about a value of 600 million isk and we failed to cost them more during this one day of war. Our damage done was only around 510 millions, while I don't want to count details like recovered loot. I hope the Alliance will charge this to the corp they protected as well as the personal and time involved.

We salute the pilots of Foundation for this fine little war. It's cheaper to accept our offer next time, I think. But a good war has a value of itself. I really hope next time, if something like this misunderstanding happens, they won't pay either.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Posted - 2009.04.03 00:26:00 -
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What a very interesting mission you have, Ms. Wildfire. I shall have to begin monitoring your log more faithfully. If you've been harassing independent capsuleers who do work for the Cartel, we may have some things to talk about.

our mission is not a war against the Angel Cartel, for in Angel Nation we have no intrest. But we have interest in protecting our people here from criminal elements that use our society to stuff their pockets by slavetrading, pirating, drug dealing and things like that.

But before I talk of politics, which I am not good at, I'd prefer to talk a bit about the human factor. This entry should have the name "The first blood and the last blood".

During the war with those Foundation people they had one pilot in their ranks that seems to be very young. He was the first blood that one of us shot out of his seat and he was the last one. It was neither an important kill nor something I want to brag about, I just was thinking about that a bit.

Societies and Nations can be judged by the way they treat their weakest, their unimportant, their members without "value". He was young but not so young that they couldn't taught him some important lessons. So if nobody of Foundation takes care about him, someone has to. Cause I see braveness in fighting in small vessels, something that I do like too and that someone can be proud off. Fighting like David Goliath was fighting.

To be true the Executioner is the only vessel Amarr has that I really like. It's fast, it's manoeverable, it has great stats for a ship of that size and speed and there is no shame in bringing a vessel like this into a fight. I honor that well. But nobody told him the basics of war. Nobody did care.

We do. We school ever recruit though some basics. Like how to safe his pod, how to behave during a war and how to fit his ship. There is nothing wrong with this Executioner, don't take me wrong. But it is neither a good fitting for war nor to fight the local Angels. It's not wrong to fit a Executioner plain tech one. I understand that it's important to keep your ship cheap. I try that too, to fit my ship as cheap as possible to fulfill the task it shall do.

But what is the exact task of this ship? It's a kind of T1 interceptor. Fitted with a microwarp drive, two overdrives and a warpscrambler, it makes even with plain tech over 4 kml/second speed, can catch the enemy by surprise and is small and sturdy enough to survive the first thirty seconds until the fleet arrives. Weapons have to be small for the most things to fear are drones. The dual light pulse lasers were so damn slow that they did not even scratch my shields to fifty percent.

Speed is the tank of this vessel. Do not fit something like an armor repairer. If you really feel safer with more "tank", you can use a damage control instead of a second overdrive, but I think speed is the best you can do for the Executioner.

If you want to fight the pirates in the belts with it, remember that they are Angels. They are using explosive and kinetic damage. This means you better tank on the shields than on the armor - and I was flying a plain T1 Rifter too that time. So even for fighting the rats this setup was useless.

But whatever you do with an Executioner, a Rifter is your certain death. I am certain that there might be measures that will make an Executioner win such a fight. But it is very difficult.

Fly that with pride, young warrior, it's a good vessel. But fly it right. Try to get the feeling for the spirit of a vessel, look for what it was once built. You did well and in fact I think you were one of the warriors I respect most in this war. For you dared to stand a fight sitting in an inferior vessel, while you were vastly outnumbering us. This is full of honor.

One of your veterans tried to scare me with threatening a hotdrop of a fleet of Titans on my Rifter. I'm very impressed... I really never heared something that stupid.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Posted - 2009.04.04 11:20:00 -
[171]Edited by: Alica Wildfire on 04/04/2009 11:26:09There are many things you can call the Amarr ships, but you can't call them harmless or bad designed. In fact I think they have the best potential of all ships there are. But only a few Amarr seem to see them, to love them like PIE Inc. does for example. Okay, no Amarr can love their ships like I love the Rifter. I think that's impossible, but I don't want to talk about the Rifter.

I do want to talk about spirit. Spirit of fighting. If you bring in a fleet you normally will bring in a fleet that can beat the enemy. If you bring in an equal fleet, then you are saying: we only need equal force to beat our enemy. I call that honor and pride. If you bring in more people and then chose smaller vessels then it's the some honorable spirit.

But what about warriors that simply bring in a fleet that is double of this size and exclusively of one Executioner everything techlevel two? From ships to the last module. Then these warriors seem to feel weak. For they do not think they can beat the enemy with less than this. They feel inferior for if they would know that they fight well, they do not need to bring in masses of material.

Material we downed vastly by the way. Without such masses of credits and ships we would never had had the targets. And instead to dock and wait we were fighting them. At Rens I had much fun to speedtank one of their battleship snipers, that was fireing on my Rifter for minutes from distance. I love that kind of playing. That kind of daring. If I had made a simple failure while speedtanking the sniper, I would have popped instant. It's the old David and Goliath story. I had nothing to win in this game but honor.

One of Ushra'Kahn was asking me what was going on, because it was not to miss that we were at war with Foundation. I told him what was going on and he said: "Tough."

But things were not always going well for us. We had our weak moments too. For we all were keen on fighting and all wanted to see blood. So one of our attacks really messed up. You may be uncoordinated when you outnumber and outgun your enemy, but if you are outnumbered and outgunned this will make you shot to pieces. I just try to report from the front and will tell ya, dear Log, what happend. While I'm of cause tempted to cover the losses I feel deeply inside that there is more honor in telling them. For there is no gain without a loss, there is no play of chess where you don't have to sacrifice pieces. There is no gain of honor without daring and dashing.

So our losses are proudly on our board. I carry each lost ship with pride for it shows that I don't fear the fight. The losses of Foundation miss completely on their killboard. Nothing there. But this is not to blame on the Alliance, it is to blame on the involved warriors. But I don't think they did so bad that they have to hide their fight. I'm a bit worried about that.

Only thing I can say is, that not all in their ranks were warriors. Some of them had just big ships. And those which assets we were contesting didn't show up on the battlefield once.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Alica is standing on a huge ships bridge, through the open blastshutters you can see drifting ships coming in an out of the great Pator spacehaven. She is standing besides a huge captains chair that is applied with rich and expensive red leather. A plastic foil is wrapped around it and she rips it carefully off. She is breathing in the scent of the new ship. Silently she pauses.

Now I am really poor. For if you know Minmatar ships, dear Log, this is a Maelstrom. I do know there are other ships like this, but this is my ship. There is no ship like this in space. The crew is new and shiny and doesn't know the ship as I do not know it well... well...

She sighs.

Too much honor and I fear the men trust more in my ability to lead them to victory than I do myself. Yes, I've seen blood. I was fighting the Amarr for months now. And I think even some of my enemies would say, that I did well, if you look at me.

She is looking a bit shy at herself. Very young.

There are younger captains of battleships. But those are irresponsible hotshots that should not risk the lives of their man that early. Never have proven to fight equal or better enemy. But this... I hope I do not overestimate myself. Cause not I, but my men would have to suffer of my failure.

A while she is playing around with the chair. Very slowly and carefully she dares to sit down. Not without patting on her booty to get the dirt off before she touches the leather with it. Carefully she leans back.

She stares out of the big window into the endless blackness of space. Left and right the view the thick armorplates that protect the battlebridge and the podchamber behind it, under it, buried deep by armorplates and forcefields. She sighs as she leans back. Her little cam turns around and shows her bridge crew, all young officers, some only in their teens.

E-e-energize...

Slowly her ship begins to move from the hangar. She stares at the speedcontrol.

Can't she go faster?!

She turns angry to her navigator. The young woman just shrugs apologizing her shoulders. +Sorry, Mam. This is full throttle.= She salutes. Alica is staring into the void, then calling the engine room.

+Engineroom? Do you have a problem there?= +No, Mam. Engine going on 100%=, her ships engineer answers dashing. +Very good engine, if I may say so!=

She stares out of the windows and begins to drum with her fingers.

+Okay. Let's shred something. Anything. Anywhere. I need to get rid of some aggressions. Anything that is annoying anybody at the moment?=

Her communications officer hands her a paper. She stares at it.

+Well well. I'm broke my ships is slowass and all they want to do from me is a damn Delivery? Blast it! Okay. Our first mission. Let's rock!=

Noise follows. After a while a totally wrecked bridge can be seen. Alica is standing there, smoke everywhere, her uniform in rags, some medics running around, her communications officer is sitting behind her and has a black eye. Alica is staring at the cam.

Okaaay, dear Log. This **** will take a loooong time to pay back this heap of crap. That I can tell ya. Man, I'm ruined. How shall I ever?

I have given the crew some days off while my Maelstrom is in dock for her one thousand torpedo-hits inspection. I was using the time to take on one of my loved patrols again. We were flying in a training fleet where I was using one of the cheapest Rifters I was ever flying.

A pure wonder that it was not falling apart on my patrol, just on my way back I came to an entry gate where several of my comrades were waiting, an enemy Coercer was in and I just activated the gate.

You have to understand the spirit of our militia if you want to understand why I suddenly discovered I was alone in that plex, sitting in a really crappy lowcost fitted Rifter and trying to fight down a decent and fit-for-kill Coercer class destroyer. The outcome was no surprise. Coercers are dangerous.

But you do not know me well, dear Log, if you think just one loss is enough for me. Soon I was back in a new Rifter, my usual one. After so much work on Battleships and crap a real fight was something I appreciate very much. This time I had a hell of a fight and a hell of a fun.

And as usual I locked and scrambled his pod. Only for seconds, then I let him go. For even if my killboard is showing something different you know how I still feel about killing a defensless enemy. Giving him reason for hate or anger.

Sometimes you just feel that it is right to let live and to honor your opponents good fight. Sometimes, not always. To be true after I had been analysing the fight I was surprised that I had won it. The odds were all against me. From shiptype down to situation and used tactics.

But this would not be holyday if there wouldn't be something to jolly about. And of cause to fight PIE Inc. is always an honor.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Posted - 2009.04.15 10:38:00 -
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To the 1st Praetorian Guard's credit, they managed to drive us from the field that day in Gukarla, but they suffered a casualty and were unable to consolidate their position. Gukarla's military installations were quickly secured by TLF personnel.

I'm sure 1PG's vigor in assaulting this constellation remains undiminished however. We soldiers of the cause have much more work to do here.

after all these days I almost worked me out of my depts. But there are moments, moments that let you just freeze in shock and the only thing you can do is staring at what is happening and laughing about.

The mission seemed to be an easy one. We started the whole thing together. A more experienced pilot of my corporation at my side. The Vagur is just a small ship compared with the Maelstrom, of cause, but it has it's strengths under its hull, that makes it a lot more dangerous than my humble abilities as a battleship captain are.

I told him to better not attack the spies but drones have the nasty habit to attack what is near. So suddenly I discovered that everyone in our pocket had targeted me. I said: +Oops. I think these pirates kinda love me. I better warp... oh. Three frigates are scrambling me.=

This remark was calling some attention on our corpchannel. +Alica is going to die! Come on everyone!= +Ah, I wonder what took her so long.=

Sarcasm is something I love to do if I'm not the target of it. Ya, my mate just warped out. I oogled where his Vagur has been just a second ago. +I got an interface crash here. My ship is warping on automatic on a save spot.= Okay. This was gonna be fun.

+Hey guys, anybody near? Think those three nasty battleships are neutralizing my energy systems badly.= The Maelstrom is an energy feeded tank and as everybody knows: "Cap is life." So I was just watching the life draining fast from my ship that was going to bend and aching under enemy fire. +Okay, I can handle that. Sure... -hm. Launch the EVIL drones!= +Roger! Launching the EVIL drones!= A swarm of evil techlevel 1 warriors were swarming towards the evil frigates that were scrambling me. Okay, slowly, very slowly they were taking damage. Fine, fine. Keep a cool head, Alica. You won't lose this damn ship just because of some bad circumstances.

When the drones began to nag at the second tackler of the Angel Cartel I was bathed in my sweat. On my coms one of my corpmates just said: +I can't stand this. I'm gonna log off.= I think some of them laughed but I am not sure to remember. +Sir! Mam! Mamsir! Our last capbooster was just fired off.= +Great, great. Nobody leaves position. We do this. We stand and fight this together.=

The Vagur was coming back, where I was already in armor. +Okay. Last tackler down, warp out! Warp out!= Crash. The ship was caught dead between a big chunky asteroid and a nearby stargate. Did not move that damn thing. +Stop warping! Stop warping!= The shipscomputer did not stop. It just tried again and again and again... and sucked the rest of energy that was left for my shields.

Ooooookay.

Pause. +How long does this take?= asked one of my corpmates over com. +Already popped, Alica?= I was just growling as an answer. When I entered halve structure I was cheering: +We do that, we do that!=, for together with my helping friend the worst damagedealer were popping around me. I was not doing much damage anyway for as a result of a good meant advice I had fitted halve artillery and halve salvagers on my ship. I was not meant to deal damage but salvage the wrecks.

Doh. Doh is an interesting word. Must be inventend in a sitiation like this. Structure was still going down in evil little nibs but was going down slower and slower. Now I got the damn ship moving out of that stargate structure and moving into open space.

In the moment the last enemy ship exploded my ship was going -finally- into warp, drawing a big black trail of smoke behind me, engine spluttering and losing scraps of armor and intestines behind.

Great! I needed almost halve an hour to recover from that strike while my friend finished the last pocket alone. Then the daily hours of Amarr prayers caught us. After the docking personal were again willing to let me undock, the mission space was deserted. I had to find some missing crew personal but... guess what?-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I met Merdaneth the first time. I was not prepaired for a fight, not in the right vessel, not in the right time and not willing to fight him. But my orders were clear. He shot me down as I suspected. But there will be time we meet again and when I don't follow orders like: "I want you to make him aggress you." "But if I do I will be down before anybody can even lock him." "..."

We are not fighting for our pride. We are fighting for a cause. And a cause sometimes means to work together. This means that you have to make sacrifices. I hope next time I follow my own orders when I meet him.

But I am not showing up on the front much often lately. It is not that I don't want to, but it is the sad case that I am on a point of no return. I was fighting for our cause with so much devotion, that I never thought about my own future as a capsuleer. I was ordered to take care of that and I obey. The point of no return means, that I am almost at the point to never again enter the Amarr or Caldari space anymore, nor to be able to fulfull any service for one of their agents to get the permission to access of their space again.

This is, I am told, not acceptable for a warrior that has to serve more than just fighting in militia her whole life. So I started to look for agents that have good reputation for Caldari and Amarr empire - without having a bad reputation for Minmatar or Gallente. I finanlly found an agent of Interbus, for whom all this is true and I began to carry out simple, very very simple tasks for him. After more than fourty missions I realized that he will never give me any important enough mission to gain any standing for any major empire faction. So I stopped it.

It took hours and hours to find a way back. And I am still not sure what to do now. I fear I am on the edge of the point of no return. I see a light at the end of the tunnel now, but that might also be the headlight of a train that is coming. So, fellow capsuleers, take care of your future! Don't be so stupid as I was. For we capsuleers live longer than the average human beeing and to break the reputation of a major force in empire forever is a step that you should weigh well.

I have pulled my efforts out of the fight about military complexes for the time until I have solved this problem. Of cause I will fight the Amarr Militia where I can. But I won't enter any plexes at the moment. For the point of no return might for me the kill of a single Amarr Navy vessel.

I want still be able to fight Amarr in the future. So I have to take care of my present now. I miss the fighting, comrades. Hope you understand.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Posted - 2009.04.25 16:02:00 -
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This is why you and the rest of Shakor's rabble are destined to fail. Ultimately you will place yourselves above your cause. Amarr with not. We fight for something greater than all of us, and we will not falter. There are no thoughts of worry about who we may or may not work for. There are no thoughts of worry about entering space held by our enemies.

Our task is clear, out task is righteous, our task is of God. There can be nothing else.

while some of my enemies might misjudge my sight into far future as lack of devotion to our course it is the opposite. The only way to be able to carry a fight with my enemies into the heart of the empire in future is to stay clear of enter the Amarr Empire and to attack loyalist corporation directly.

And some of those who question my loyalty to our cause only rank Commodore level for their militia and have still nice and pretty standings to both Minmatar and Gallente Federation, I rank a General and have both standings pretty low. Devotion of our cause? I don't have to defend myself. I did what I can up to this point.

the days are going by slowly and full of dirty work. Not that I find work dirty, dear Log, it is the people I am forced to use and most of their pity tasks. I have been working for two Caldari corporations in our space to get up my standing with Caldari, while I truly tried to work up my standing with the Amarr. But as far as I can see it will destroy everything that I have built up here if I follow this path. And this even while I of cause deny any collaboration with the enemy against the intrest of my Republic or the Gallente Federation. So mostly they used me for unimporant courier jobs, cleaning up of pirate nuisances, camps, ambushes, work against forced prostitution and things like that.

Alas this has given me opportunity to get used to one of the most wonderful ships on the battlefield Minmatar has, the cruiserclass "Rupture" vessel.

I told you on my first days, dear Log, that I got license to command a ship of that size, but I never approved of my own piloting skill for this class. After I lost two of that vessels in fights without much that I was able to retaliate, I worked on that issue for some good time now. I'm still far away from being a good pilot, as I also see my performance on the Rifter still humble, but the Rupture is even more limited for me than the best frigate that ever have seen battleground.

But I admit that this ship is conquering my heart, dear Log. Some say it is ugly, but they don't look at it the right way. It's aft resembles me of an old aged galleon, a sail driven ship of pirates that were crossing the murky waters of our hidden island infested coasts, long before even the Amarr were able to build something like an ordinary wooden cross to nail people on it.

And I think the design is no coincidence, it was intention. Sometimes you stand at the gallery of your captains quarters and stare back into the wake ions of your ship drive through the stars. Left and right you see your allmighty cannons defiantly holding ground against the dangers of deap space sea that is stretching to eternaty on both sides of the heavy sideplates. The engines drum under your feet and when you drive her into a steep dive around an enemy you can hear the armor plates groan under the load of the pulling 'G' that even reach me in my capsule. It reminds me of the groaning of planks and stay on the ride through the waves of murky water and the distant rolling thunder of artillery.

I have only a small crew here but they are good people. Some of them still green, some of them freed slaves, Minmatar militants that were eager to join my fight and even one or two ex-pirates that were fed up with killing helpless Hoarders at petty gates. Their tribals tell ya their stories. Here you see the tribal of the fight about Kourmonen, there you see the dropping tear for the loss of Lantorn. But most are telling you tales of victory and I have seen now some small variants on my man that seem to apply to the same pattern on all races. They don't tell me, but I think they tattoo as beeing proud under my command, or which is also a more humble and not so selfish interpretation: they are all knowing that they will die and share the same fate under my command.

But fellow tribals! Praise the Rupture! Embrace the bringer of death to the Amarr, enjoy standing at the aft gallery and look at the space you have crossed, you have freed from the grasp of the slavers. The wake of the ship is freedom, the stern is directing like a dagger deep into the heart of our enemy! Let the ship inspire your thoughts and feel the steady drumming and hissing of the propulsion under your feet like the heart of freedom!

recently I was involved in issues I am not allowed to log. But I got my first kill with my humble Stiletto. Even if it was still no solo kill, it was much easier than I thought. But of cause there are ships that are meant to kill and ships that just have a specific task. The Stiletto is no killer. And this exceptionally is true if you do not fit it for kill.

But I am beginning to learn to fly the little beast as determined as I am flying the Rifter. We are patrolling enemy space in small fast fleets lately while the Amarr perfer heavy numbers. Minmatar Militia is divided but they fight them. Additionally we suffer some extraodinary space-time distortions through hyperdrive uses, which is commonly known as "The Lag". I don't understand why we do suffer this hard but the Amarr seem to be nearly untouched, for people, whole fleets get pounded before anyone can do anything, while on the other side even the slow locking Amarr battleships get solo kills on pods.

"The Lag is killing us", some say in Milita. The reason might be that Amarr waits for us to attack. Seems those that are attacking have more Lag than those who are defending. That's not new but it never was that heavy as today.

True is we lose whole fleets almost without fireing a shot. I lost one of my Stilettos by that. Fleetcommander was calling for retreat for nothing was working, when I ordered my Stiletto to warp off. I had been on a save distance to the enemy but my machine was not reacting to anything. I just saw it circling around the enemy. After a minute I finally warped off. I arrived a recueing gate, then the next moment the gate vanished, my ship was in warp again and seconds later I was in the middle of our enemies - at the gate I just left! I was happy to get out alive in my pod. Many of my comrades died that day.

We should send out some more expeditions to collect data about the Lag-phenomenon, not just wormholes.

But most of the time I am working for Caldari agents now, to brush up my standing with the other empires. My enthusiasm and my fast progress doing this is encouraging some ouf our man, to do the same. A check of the whole corp revealed that most of us have clearance for all empires some are working on it and one special case will have to be sent off for some very bitter ordeal for that.

But some times you only reach a certain goal when you work hard for that and do everything that is needed to.

We were experimenting with tractor beams lately, to scoop a pod inside our cargohold to get prisoners of war. But it failed miserably to break the warpfield of the pod, that makes it untouchable by tractor beams, even while scrambling it.

The next step of FIA will need some time now. So I have to be patient, which is a hard thing to do when you usually are flying a Stiletto or Rifter. Next time, dear Log, I tell you more about the Stiletto and the Claw, if you like. For I really fell in love with those two.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

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